I was watching "He Died With A Falafel In His Hand" which features The Strangler's Gold and Brown.
Golden brown, texture like sun
Lays me down, with my myshelfnkesddnkk, are they the servants that feed me grapes?
What is that line?
Golden brown, texture like sun
Lays me down, with my mind she runs
No, no, fk, it is that.
And it seems the tune belongs to a cool Dave jazz guy.
Golden brown, texture like sun
Lays me down, with my myshelfnkesddnkk, are they the servants that feed me grapes?
What is that line?
Golden brown, texture like sun
Lays me down, with my mind she runs
No, no, fk, it is that.
And it seems the tune belongs to a cool Dave jazz guy.
I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
JH
JH
